Sacrifice

<br>[Verse One: Black Thought]<br>Listen, I got you phobic off of this like arachnids<br>Drastic, it ain`t plastic it`s Pro-Blackness<br>Grown man tactics, no pediatrics<br>the kind of track that make the comeback miraculous<br>the catalyst, Thought with the knack for splashin`<br>I`m dashin` I mastered the craft of mashin`<br>The level-headed throughbred, the female`s passion<br>Mag-netic attraction be keepin` them askin`<br>The crews in the Cadillacs with the Pendergrassin` <br>Swerve half-naked, won`t come near crashin`<br>But if I go to heaven, would y`all know my name<br>or would it be the same for you like I was Eric Clapton, huh?<br>Clap for you freedom dog, that`s what`s happening<br>My spit take critical political action<br>The hustle is a puzzle each piece is a fraction<br>And every word that`s understood is a transaction<br>I`m an S.P. soldier, microphone holder<br>Rep Philly set from Bolivia to Boulder<br>Paris, France to Tip and Tioga<br>How we gonna make it through the dark, I show ya<br><br>[Chorus: Black Thought &amp; Nelly Furtado]<br>I tell you one lesson I learned<br>If you want to reach something in life<br>You ain`t gonna get it unless<br>You give a little bit of sacrifice<br>Ooohh, sometimes before you smile you got to cry<br>You need a heart that`s filled with music<br>If you use it you can fly<br>If you want to be high<br><br>[Verse Two: Black Thought]<br>Listen, yo kick off your shoes, jump off the jock<br>I fly higher than them dudes, from off your block<br>My name Black, the style is unorthodox<br>It tap chins in your mens `til you thought could box<br>A couple of people wanted Thought to stop, but guess what? <br>My man grab the missile, plug for the gut<br>Now next time beatty stop being such a glut<br>I`m precise with it like Faheim with haircuts<br>We up close on `em with toast but no crust<br>It`s fructose on `em they froze and won`t bust<br>Choke on your face you jewels is lacklust<br>Got to put it to you straight, y`all fools is jacked up<br>Came close to the upmost but no cigar<br>Nose to the grindstone, head to the stars<br>The number one runner with the number one drummer<br>Grammy award winnin` it`s the world`s eighth wonder<br>Come on<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Verse Three: Black Thought]<br>Your first impression might be I`m a asshole<br>Or say I`m sometimey and give people a hassle<br>Or try to suntouch and put the heat in the capsule<br>Dog I`m far deeper than that though; I get in the zone<br>Recognize I`m a rolling stone<br>No time to lollygag or lounge with scaliwags<br>Give me the disc or I put it where your body at<br>Old school spit flow laid over Trotter tracks<br>With no apology fraud or trick-knowledgy<br>Just trust, what I see and I say and follow me my way<br>I read an open booklet inside me<br>The star of the story that groove teller got me<br>Through all the dark times part of the business<br>The light be contingent on small forensics<br>My microphone`ll make a man a newborn infant<br>It`s true so the crew gon` sense it<br>I get in the zone<br><br>[Chorus x3]<br><br>The fact of the matter is a matter of fact....